Chapter 3: Paris My Dear Bartelby 20 June 1727, Boulevard Saint-Germain, Paris Well Bart my good fellow the world turns so quickly. So the old German is dead and the new German is on the throne, at least Cock Robin will keep him in check and the wheels of commerce turning, God bless him. At least the Frogs seem to be behaving themselves after the thrashin...
'The House Guest' involves characters who appeared in my earlier offering, 'The Discipline Begins', and refers to events contained therein, but can be read as a stand alone story. * Florence Roberts' pretty ever-so slightly retroussé nose had been put out of joint. Sir Richard had invited a guest to stay at the Manse: Marsha Williams, best-selling popular...
MISSED The Fenian Outrage at Wantsumford Manor ***** Copyright Oggbashan July 2015 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ***** Chap...
The old maid seeing all the lights were extinguished had retired to her granddaughter's room, slowly undressed herself, and went off to bed. As the night was very warm, she, contrary to her habit, did not close the window, she even left the shutters open. Of course she tossed about and could not sleep; not that she was afraid, for she was a courageous woma...
"And you see a girl's brown body, dancing through the turquoise, And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea. And when your fingers find her, she drowns you with her body, Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind." -Cream, "Tales of Brave Ulysses" The Sun shone through the open balcony doors into the bedroom of the castle. It...
And so the days went on. One melted into another, each filled up with delight after delight, pleasures on top of maddening pleasures. Some days she would remain all alone in her chambers, spending her hours consumed in some novel of lust or scroll of erotic drawings. Other days the Inquisitor would collect her, and introduce her to another machine. Each she...
I knew what I was getting into when I took this job. Isabella thought to herself as she knelt down in front of a man who was easily old enough to be her father, or even her grandfather. She was nineteen years old and he was a sixty year old bachelor as a maid. He'd been very specific, even in the add what specifications the maid needed. Only women needed to...
This is a true story of my sexual relationships with my maid and her family members. I am Arun, I am a 40 yr old businessman. I have a wife and 2 children. Unfortunately I do not have a sexual relationship with my wife. Before I proceed let me introduce the other characters. This story is very long bare up with me. Please do give me your feedback at the cont...
He was lost. There was no doubt about it now. He started looking for a place to turn around, but the road was dark and narrow. Rain beat on the windshield with such ferocity that, even with the wipers on high, he could barely see the road ahead. Just as he rounded a bend, lightning lit the road like noonday. That one instant of brilliance showed him a ragin...
This is my entry for the Valentine's Contest! Thank you for voting! * Present Pain Heat from hundreds of cars increased the already unbearable morning temperature. Fumes made the air feel thick and noxious. People packed the sidewalks like sardines, faces glistening with sweat, eyes unseeing as they rushed to reach their destinations. Brenna O'Shea won...